Ghost Writers in the sky.
An old judge went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a bench he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed lawyers he saw
A-plowing through the ragged door and up the cloudy aisle

Their faces were still on fire and their shoes were full of crap.
Their horn rimmed glassess were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the lawyers coming hard and he heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi yaaaaay
Ghost writers in the sky

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with wet crap.
He's riding hard to catch that writer, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that bench up in the sky
On judges and lawyers snorting fire.

Creditwrench is the author of Ghost writers in the sky.
(LOL)

As they ride on hear their cry

As the writers loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range
Then judge change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Yippie yi Yaaaaay

Ghost writers in the sky
Ghost writers in the sky
Ghost writers in the sky